One moment I want to kill myself
The next I'm afraid to die
Confusion misleading asunder
Trapped in bars of thunder
Where do I go, what do I feel?
Still with you is where I heal
Tainted sharpened axe of death
Insight instinct happen-chance
Thorough thread of gnarly time
Woven past and future intertwined
Fear, such a simple word
Unwounded trapeze artist about to be burned
Unending orchestra bright and true
And still someway I make my way to you
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